A tension , don’t you think I have built up levels that should be put to the test.  Many nights of giving has got me wondering who will be the giver to my new reality.   I’m a soaring bird, flying close to the sun but unable to settle.
  To know me is to read my craziest fantasies.  Pages written on the wall will leave a message to who is ment to find it.

  Lay . me down and show me what I never heard of.  A lacking heart will destroy whats ment to be love.  Love like a spoaring bird, unable to settle.   

my hands shake in anticipation.  Surprise me with what I’m lacking.   A tension, built up like boiling water leaves me frustrated.